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Mind

Messiah

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

I always knew I was different, I would count with my fingers
And I never did mix with, all the other kids properly, they all tried to be swingers
So I had to keep being a misfit and adjust to being the bringer
Of Chaos, rocking Dre and Tupac
To go about my day and get shot but still on the block
And I’m posting on TikTok but musically its not
Relevant to the top-iccaros fly to the sun

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

She just asked me who are you
I said I’m Bar Code, Who are you?
I’m the greatest in Nova Scotia
You’re a nobody, aint nobody know ya
You’re still stuck uploading onto Soundcloud
Without the basic subscription
You still get mad when your mom asks you to do the dishes
She aint bitchin man she just wants you to clean the kitchen
And get some bitches cause she doesnt want you to still  be living with her
You don’t have any rhythm either
If sucking dick was a talent, you’d have to use ether
Wait now That I think about it you might be the clear winner
And I might be geeked but I’m seething with anger
All because I’m 19 you don’t think that   my ass hasn’t got any bangers?
Now onto the top spot for bitches that’re needing cough drops
And a ride outside while the top is dropped and the AC’s on
Suffering brain damage but  I still got the drop down
Drop out, 25, 902 crowds going wild now
 the Bar Code shows sold out
Riggin this shit like a pole now

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

One more thing to know, we come from the slums
Man fuck your shoulder, I only need myself to cry on
I am a social outcast not even James gunn
Can turn me from a shunned victim and stop me from grunting
Because shit aint fair
So you just do what you gotta
And not make a lotta money from lottery poppers
10-20-30k vanished, I can spot the reluctance 
In looking into my subjects but I promise
That there’s something of substance
Its like an elixir of constant torture
And my mind keeps running laps like a orchid bush
Named George whose alcohol pouring could’ve lead to war
I’m constantly pissed at myself
I look at my wrist and think oh well, is hell that bad? 
 Is it real? I guess There’s one way to tell
But if you think I’m talking about me you’re dead wrong
I aint going anywhere, this aint my last song
I can keep on squawking until I get taken down
I’mma go out undefeated like Tyson, heavy weight crown
Yeah I’m the new champ, Who wants to step up?
Hear the crowd scream, Yeah Bars coming up
I’m the greatest in this town, And I don’t have it tucked
  put your hands in the air if you don’t give a fuck

I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’m like dynamite
I’mma blow up
I’mma show these hoes
I’mma show up
They don’t want this smoke
I make it rain
Play the tape
Imma take the reign
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this
I’mma blow up like a dynamite stick
I’mma blow up cause I do it like this

Bouta Blow

WVLKER is tapping into his lyrical skills and roots to bring you into more of his conscious rap side. While being able to easily flow in and out of his melodic side, “VENDETTA” truly shows he can bring you engaging lyrics that allow the audience to equally enjoy and participate: “I wanna see the progress MOVE…”. 

Having his lyrics take precedence allows the listener to truly listen and take in what WVLKER is saying. A way to shine light on his flexibility and versatility as an artist.

VENDETTA

Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
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Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Come on do your dance
You could be asian, black or white
If you got a Darriar to prance
Then just shake it right
I bring the sounds back
That make your sisters ass bounce
I could make it earthquake
Codeine, check my bank account
I make your girl drip
She asks is this Akon
You have to say yes
Or she’ll be in my phone
“I can’t wait to see ya
Bounce it at the meet and greet
I hope my man don’t see us”
This chicks a bop a diva
And I aint talking overwatch
Tho Divas pretty hot
if she’s wearing Latex
I guess I can lose the plot
When you hear the bass
Does it make you wanna drop
Shit I feel like racka racka
We’re rocking I aint hear stop
Saint laurent jeans on
this gone be her theme song
I done took her to prom
Then I beat that ass up 
———————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
————————————————
Lace on at the club
Put your cups up
Buying every girlie shots
Shit I think this girls shorter than me
That’s okay cause I don’t care bout money
You can have em flying, calling you my honey
She wants a yacht but I got a boat
She said she wants a pool
But we’re on the ocean
I bought an island
Its got tunnels  on it
I can lead my ladies
Through them without a list
Fireworks are going off 
Hope we don’t get attention
Said Bar go soft
I forgot to mention
I rock the boat hard
Wanna sway it both ways
Hit the millie rock
I think her names sha-nae-nae
In church she prays
To god she’ll say
“Give me dick
I’m on my knees anyway”
She can do it no hands
The way her mama taught her
She just sprained her leg
I think she needs a doctor
Now
————————————————
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door
When you shake it like that
I think you’re a master
You can make my hands clap
50 dollars cage worth
Put your hands up
Up in the air
Do it no hands
Yeah make that skirt flair
Take em’ off here
Drop to the floor
Shake that ass bare
Without Closing that door

Do It (No Hands) *Clean Verison)

Bar Code is the very essence of what it means to be an east coast classic maker, bringing unique sounds to your ears with a lot of Halifax energy that only he can bring